Day 4,395: Twelve

Day 4,395: Twelve

My goodness. I think I forgot a good two weeks ago or so that this is twelve years of “blogging” every day. It’s not really blogging is it? Not in the strict sense. Blogging is usually more…organized. Purposed. More like articles, I feel like, albeit informal ones....
Day 4,394: Chubs

Day 4,394: Chubs

It was a burnout day today. But I mean that in a good way. Like, I handled the burnout. MASSIVE nap. Almost two hours, I think, which might interfere a bit with going to bed tonight, but I don’t know. I did it decently early. I needed it. Majorly. Read some. Watched a...
Day 4,393: Bitten

Day 4,393: Bitten

Tonight’s fine distinction IS… “Flail” versus “Mace” versus “Morning Star.” Weapons! Let’s get into it. A flail has a chain with something to swing at the end of it. Most famously, we think of a spiked ball. APPARENTLY, however, in real history, it was usually just...
Day 4,392: Tommenz

Day 4,392: Tommenz

Boy howdy I am tired. A familiar refrain, I know. It wasn’t a zero day today, but it was close. Went to bed so late last night getting up early to write wasn’t on the table, and then work was busy enough that it cut into the evening time, though to be honest I don’t...
Day 4,391: Old Lace

Day 4,391: Old Lace

You know…I think Arsenic and Old Lace might have had an outsized influence on my life. I saw it for the first time, I think, on stage at my high school, the very first semester of my freshman year. I distinctly remember falling out of my chair I was laughing so hard....